There were no eyeballs in the cavities, but things were crawling out of them—smaller evil spirits, swarming out of the cavities as densely as insects and crawling along the mycelium toward the distance.
Wu Heng's consciousness hovered above that fleshy tumor, quietly watching the gigantic evil spirit.
He did not attack, probe, or even release his aura. He simply watched.
He watched for a long time—long enough that the gigantic evil spirit seemed to sense something. Those pitch-black cavities all turned toward Wu Heng at once, and countless tiny evil spirits poked their heads out and squealed at him.
Wu Heng ignored them. His consciousness slowly withdrew, leaving the depths of the earth, leaving the area covered by the fungal carpet, leaving this world.
"Pestilence Evil Spirit World, coordinates locked." He had already marked this world's location.
His consciousness turned toward the neighboring world, that land ruled by mutated native gods.
There, the scent of the Hunger Trait was just as intense, enough to tighten one's throat.
That was also what he wanted.
Only the two together would be perfect. He withdrew his consciousness, and the Silver Cube flipped over in his palm as the coordinates of both worlds were firmly imprinted within it.
After returning to Hell Palace, Wu Heng contentedly sensed the new changes in the Trait Tree within him.
Pestilence and hunger—these two most crucial and troublesome origins—had finally been firmly added to his plan.
All that remained was some minor preparation. Then he could formally open the doors to those two worlds, extract the Pestilence Trait and Hunger Trait from their respective origins, refine them, and merge them into the Trait Tree.
But at the very instant he withdrew his consciousness from the Pestilence World, an exceedingly faint, exceedingly concealed ripple of power spread over from